Luyện nghe bài hát Solidified

Yeah you the shit don't stop, never, never
As we on
With more of drama for yo' ass
{'She me why..'}

You niggaz startin somethin
and beefin rappers, why our music so violent
and so dramatic, the love?
Why go so much static
Is it real for or all for sales?
I'm like, 'Shorty you be sick'
We gettin burned like the Waco kids
I don't need to diss for recognition
You better the files: Infamous, Hell on Earth, Murda Muzik
You be SE-RIOUS
We this drama shit, we set the trend
We you niggaz bout diamonds and guns
And numerous ways we to earn funds
We veterans, we got a decade of
Niggaz done came and went, and we still
Our name is carved in
Even the new blood know, we no joke so

Let us solidify this - that?
We been solidified - but of course!
Lot of new and young kids - uh-huh
They all love +The - but of course!
We been for this Dunn - c'mon man!
Who do it better than us? - man!
Who continue to bang and That's right
asked me why..'}

I ride around the crib 'fore I get out
without the headlights, niggaz know my whereabouts
Wanna, snuff me out, I ain't finished with
I'ma, thug it out, front you the price
And I'm a nigga who can the dice, put up the crib

Won't if I lose, bet your ass won't live
to this splurge of mines, never that
I'm a sore loser the (?), reverse hammers
Hit your mans up if they press the
dead, the other half crippled, and I'm a monster with led
Lodge a slug in abdomen, puts in the 7
Knowin in the stash box a best friend
Get it and you WILL get twisted with chrome biscuits
Make no difference my nigga, we business
So please the questions they right in, front of your face
stunt he gettin to' from the gate, so

Nigga that you to click with turned on you
you used to rap with hatin on you
Did you really get for half a mill' in jewels
at the video shoot? I tell you boo-boo:
My stick-o's still my
My stick man be my man 'til the tombstone (mmm, mmm)
You got rhymes? You got for the Mobb?
You got for P? I get my rocks off

Believe that you hear and only half of what you see
Niggaz never in the kitchen and never clapped heat
Niggaz wanna be thugs but on the inside so
Niggaz butches on they records but they handle beef
Know nothin bout golden seal, seein P.O.
Gave a dirty urine now you're a C.O.
F**kin right, I'm a man of the people but I kill you
If you cock-blockin the paper the shit'll get real (so)